⠀ ᡣ𐭩︵ ͜ ㅤ 𝔜 彡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞.ᐟ.ᐟ✦ ㅤㅤ 𝔬 ꒱ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ꒱ ㅤㅤ 𝔫 ㅤ ︶ ͡ ۫ ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✹•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ۫ ͡ ︶ 𝔨 ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ 𝔬 S͎t͎r͎a͎w͎ ͎H͎a͎t͎ ⠀ ⠀ 🏴‍☠️ ⍣ ༝༚༝༚ 𝓒𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 ༝༚༝༚ ⍣

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ.

"'And what' sounds really weird and ominous, Ace..." Sabo replies as he straightens his own hat and flexes his fingers in his gloves. "But! I can remember a long time ago that uh... those whomst shall be discarded from memory as my genetic donors, used to hold fancy parties a lot. Stuffy things. +

Despite the ability to crush skulls with his bare hands, Sabo isn't built like his self claimed twin. The hat topples with a small grunt, a hand up on reflex, coated in haki and ready to strike yet pulling back with moments to spare. He suffers the manhandling and so quite choke hold with as much +

@portadinfierno.bsky.social What a trap to fall for. A laid plan with trouble afoot. Hands are harsh in reaching out, intentionally but without haki, to squish Ace's cheeks with as much bratty annoyance as Sabo can muster as he draws his twin in and smooches Ace's forehead before pushes him away.

"Are they? Haunted, I mean." He hums lightly but allows her to cling as she pleases before simply taking point to lead the way in the general direction she had specified. Sabo gives he hand a pat with his own spare, having purposely moved to place her on his left side for the small venture and +

"It's my job to remember names, and Luffy remembers, he just is Luffy." Sabo agrees there as fingers twitch but otherwise he doesn't do a thing to snatch his hat back from her much as he could. It's not a danger. It's not. No reason to be out there. To be too much. To be weird or strange or over +

@aheartofflames.bsky.social Sabo's feet sank with ease into the sands of Sphinx Island as boots shook off the last of the salt water clinging to them. He had double and triple checked his ship to make sure it kept tidy and hidden, not wanting to give reason for outsiders to bother this small and +

"....speaking candidly my memory isn't the best, so your guess is as good as mine if we've crossed paths before." Sabo at least has the sincerity to offer up a small wince when it comes to that. He's just as quick to shrug it away too. "Ah! Taking in the sights for the time being," Sabo muses as +

"I will never not say yes to a meal invitation." And an arm is held out in offering, gentlemanly enough from a time long, long passed but ingrained in him still. It worked well to hold manners to get things done and people were oh so easily bribed with a bit of flattery and simpering. "Anything +

Training in Haki since he was barely a teenager makes sneaking up on Sabo hard lest he allow it all. There's a nuance to it all, to pick up threats and not. This certainly wasn't one. No different from Koala at least in that regard. Sabo ducks light as his hat is stolen and mixed colored eyes +

"That I am," Sabo chirps back with a flourish of a step, a small bow, and a tip of hat as he grins with a charming air of sudden nobility. "Restocking I would presume? That or waiting on a settling log pose. I doubt we have the same stop here." It's a bit cheeky, but not entirely transparent +

The blond offers a smile at a familiar face, "Just some sight seeing, taking in the aristocracy of the area, the sights and sounds. A usual vacation, hm?" "And what if yourself? Light shopping? If you need assistance I'm more than happy to provide it," Sabo muses as a finishing thought.

"That I am, and only good things I'd hope? Be a little off putting to have my little brother embarrassing me without myself there to offer a defense." Sabo grins with a light chuckle. "Am I correct in guessing you're docked to set your log pose? Or is this another lingering stay waiting for a +

Oh, Sabo most certainly knows who stands before him by sight alone. It entirely was his job to know. As if one couldn't notice a captain of such a caliber as - "Trafalgar Law. Heart Pirate captain, surgeon of death, Dressrosa conspirator, and a man after my own heart. An honor, surely?"

A few late evening stretches and a rustling of papers that he casually gets to comb through on a rooftop somewhere. Business as usual. "...wonder if I can find a late dinner somewhere..."

"Ominous," Sabo grins back with a small chuckle. "Vinsmoke Sanji was it? Or Kuro-Ashi Sanji? Sanji of the Baratie? Mugiwara Cook?" He's doing it on purpose now, genuinely curious how much the other blond knows of him, but also somewhat curious at the response to Sabo's own gentle flexing of +

Sabo stretches as he steps out into the evening. It's not often he's left unattended, usually stuck with someone babysitting him so he doesn't get into too much trouble. There's no fires or bedlam on the streets, calm, as he steps to the side to avoid bumping into the [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]. "Sorry, sorry..."

Buy what? Spending money? At dining establishments? Maybe small business...

I meannn... you're here now?

There's something comforting about a hot bowl of ramen on a cold day.

Marine libraries are so weird. Why mix so much fiction in with the reports?

⠀ 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘰 ⠀ 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘳𝘮𝘺